It was a beautiful Sunday morning in St. RiRee on Sardinia.
The sun was shining! The birds were singing! And the grass was glistening! All was peaceful.
All except in Suite 18 in the Privino manor. For Magaret D. Madarame was arguing with her boss, Dino Privino, again. She was trying to get him to hurry and get ready for hins meeting.
"Dino! Get the mollasses out of your ass!" she shouted.
"Well if you stop bitching at me, then maybe I'll move a little faster!"
"if I stopped you'd go slower!"
"you better shut it before I go upside your head!"
Dino Privino is going to be the next leader of the most power mafia organization on Sardinia. And Magaret D. Madarame, a fifteen year old girl, is his personal assisstant and body gaurd.
However, the two can't stand each other. And if they ever got the chance, they'd kill each other.
Now, you may be thinking that only a spy would be trying to kill the boss' son. But this is unklikley considering Magaret has been a member of The Privoni Famiglia since the tender age of five...long story..
Anyway...
"Oh really", Magaret shouted from the kitche of their lavish suite, "do you remember the last time you tried that!"
Dino was in the restoom of his master bedroom adjusting his tie. He just grunted in reply, because he does remember the first time he tried to hit her. She nearly took his hand off.
Dino walked briskly out of his room anfd down the hall to the kitchen, where Magaret handed him a glasss of orange juice.
"you don't have time to eat", she rolled her eyes at him.
They proceeded to the elevator to take them to the meeting room down on the third floor.
I'll be suprised of I don't get a bullet in my head for getting you there late", she commented.
Magaret stood back in the lobby as Dinop entered a dimky liot room full of the most powerful Dions ion Italy. Even the Chavallone and the Vongola were there.
But seeing as how Magaret wasn't an official right-arm, she wasn't allowed inside.
Murmmuring from the other side of the door caused Magaret wake up. She checked her watch.
11 O'Clock.
'I guess the meeting is over', she thought to herself.
She stood from her seat and wiped the drool off her mouth. She waited patiently as the masfiosi and thier bosses filed out of the room; casting her dirty, and lustful looks since her uniform was so revealing. She rolled her eyers inwardly.
Dino walked up and stood beside her. "are you waiting for someone," she asked loking up at him.
He pointed his chin at at the next person who exited the room.
It was Mario, the Dons Right-Arm.
Margaret tensed up because she and Mario have an even worst past than you can imagine.
The 43-year old walked up to her and gave her a disgusted look down his nose. Their fingers were twitching to reach for thier guns and blow each others heads opff.
"Tch!" He began,"you're going to be stationed with the Cavallone family for the next three weeks."
Magaret glared as if to ask 'why?'.
His awnser was one that shocked her to the core.